Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cameroon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Pylon,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.